Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE WEIGHT OF LOVING YOU: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 95

JESSICAThe sand was cool beneath my bare feet as I spun lazily by the bonfire, the hem of my dress brushing my calves. The air smelled like salt and champagne, music thumping low from the speakers, people laughing and shouting around me. My cheeks were flushed, my skin buzzing, and for the first time all day, I felt… untouchable. Weightless.I tilted my head back, letting the soft wind tangle my hair, when I felt it — that familiar burn against my skin.I didn’t have to look. I already knew.Liam.I found him leaning against a wooden pole near the tiki bar, arms crossed, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease. He wasn’t laughing, wasn’t drinking, wasn’t joining in. He was watching me.And God, the way he watched me — like the chaos around us had blurred into silence, like the world had narrowed to just me and him. That gaze of his stripped me bare in a way words never could.Our eyes locked and held. The heat between us stretched, silent and heavy, until my chest felt too tight t

JESSICAI was huge. Not just pregnant. Not glowing. Not “blooming,” like everyone kept saying. Just… huge.And yet, somehow, I’d never been happier.For the first time in months, I’d finally forced myself to slow down. No work emails. No deadlines. No guilt. Just me, my swollen ankles, my out-of-control hormones, and the little miracle kicking relentlessly inside me. I was days—maybe even hours—away from meeting our baby, and the thought both terrified and thrilled me.Married life with Liam had been nothing short of sweet chaos. Messy, unpredictable, perfectly imperfect chaos. If I had to do it all over again; every fight, every tear, every late-night panic attack where we weren’t sure we’d make it—I’d do it in a heartbeat.Because it led me here.To him.To us.Yes, we started off rocky. There were nights we barely spoke, mornings where the silence was heavier than words, and moments where walking away almost felt easier than staying. But somewhere in the middle of the heartbreak

To you — yes, you — sitting here, reading this final page… thank you. From the very first word to this last moment, you’ve been on this journey with me, and I can’t even begin to explain how much that means. You’ve laughed with me, cried with me, held your breath during the heartbreaks, and smiled through the soft, quiet moments. You let these characters... their flaws, their pain, their love, take up space in your heart. That’s not something I’ll ever take for granted. I won’t lie to you, there were so many moments I wanted to give up. There were days when the views didn’t come in, when it felt like nobody was reading, when I questioned everything. I wondered if my words mattered, if this story was worth finishing… if I was good enough. And yet, something kept me here. You kept me here. Every comment. Every read. Every quiet moment you spent curled up with these chapters. Even if you never said a word, even if you simply showed up — you gave my story life. You gave me hope. Thi